I think best with a pencil in my hand.

The shape of my life is, of course, determined by many things; my background and childhood, my mind and its education, my conscience and its pressures, my heart and its desires.

Men kick friendship around like a football, but it doesn't seem to crack. Women treat it like glass and it goes to pieces.

How inexplicable it seems. Anything else will be accepted as a better excuse. If one sets aside time for a business appointment, a trip to the hairdresser, a social engagement or a shopping expedition, that time is accepted as inviolable. But if one says: I cannot come because that is my hour to be alone, one is considered rude, egotistical or strange.

The only real security is not in owning or possessing, not in demanding or expecting, not in hoping, even. Security in a relationship lies neither in looking back to what it was, nor forward to what it might be, but living in the present and accepting it as it is now.

To give without any reward, or any notice, has a special quality of its own.

I believe that what woman resents is not so much giving herself in pieces as giving herself purposelessly.